Life Is Ever Changing

As I tend to my mother
I remember the days
She would take care of me
Now she needs help with so much
It is my turn to help her
As I brush out her hair
That we have just washed
I have to hold back tears
I know her life will never be the same
And neither will mine…

Too soon she is gone
And I long for another chance
To just be able to brush her hair

It’s never easy and sometimes distance makes it worse. When you want to help but you can’t, you spend your days fretting and feeling bad inside – eventually, it leads to an anxiety that cannot be remedied.